Given the proximity of the M5, we drove in and looked for matchday parking. We accidentally found our way to Mornington Road, on the East side of the stadium, in the middle of an industrial estate. We saw people parking up, so we copied them.
The walk to the ground took about 10-15 minutes, but it was lashing it down. There was no cover, so by the time we found the path to the stadium from Middlemore Road, we were soaked and freezing.
We hit the concourse to warm up. They serve the usual suspects, but also pizza slices, so we went for that. Not bad. We headed for our seats, which were down the front of the Smethwick End. The seats were wet. And the rain was blowing in on us. If you’ve ever tried to dry something, using something that is already wet (our sleeves), you’ll know that it’s pointless. So, we started off cold and wet, and got more cold and wet during the game.
At the full-time whistle, we followed the crowd back down to Middlemore Road. Back to the car to put the heater on. I checked the sat nav. Red traffic all around the ground.
"Dad, I’m hungry".
"So am I".
Hungry kids. Gridlock towards the M5. I chose the least bad option, and headed into Smethwick to find food. The only problem was that I didn’t know where anything was.
We finally found somewhere. As we were looking at the menu:
"Dad, have you seen number 23? Sheep testicles!"
Bloody hell.
We found something a bit more mainstream on the menu, but the kids hated it. So now we could add awful food to the review of the day, along with getting soaked and freezing our backsides off for 2 hours.
By the time we’d eaten, the traffic had eased up, so we got back on the M5 without much hassle.
Next time: park on the M5 side of the ground. Lesson learned.